On This Day In 2016

ALEX'S POV
"Hey Zack, wanna get subs?" I ask.
"At Firehouse?" he replies.
"Yes."
"Can I come?" Rian asks.
"Sure, want a steamer?"
Zack rolls his eyes at me.
"It's what they use to make the subs!"
"It is, but when you use it, you're talking about poop."
"You got me."
We hop in my Nissan Leaf, which runs out of electricity every five minutes. Or so it seems. Zack drives, me next to him and Rian in the back seat. Rian giggles the whole time there. He knows I love Zack and thinks it's funny. It kinda is, Zack being the adult and me being the 28-year-old man who still isn't over potty humor.
We pull up to the drive-thru.
The meatball sub, my favorite, is second on the list. The Chicago Steamer, Rian's favorite, is third.
Zack orders. "Can I have a large number two?"
I burst out laughing and Rian smiles. Zack realizes what he's said.
"Shut up."
He pauses, then says, "And a Chicago Steamer?"
I laugh more.
"Fuck you Alex."
We drive up to the window where we wait a few minutes. Then the cashier greets us and hands us our food.
"Here's your large number two and Chicago Steamer."
Zack takes the food, thanks the cashier, and drives away quickly because I'm laughing so hard.
"Firehouse Subs is good food!" he says.
"Yeah, now I think it's good food. At first I thought it would be shitty!" I laugh harder and Rian starts laughing along.
"Fuck you both." Zack smiles as he drives us home.

Notes

First chapter. Obviously, I am not above poop jokes. Firehouse Subs is based off a real restaurant called Firehouse Subs where I live.